Metrosexual -a definition: A straight, usually heterosexual urban man, with a keen interest in fashion, shopping and elaborate grooming, who is really passionate about clothing and body hair, sometimes wears make up and nail polish, a man with refined aesthetic sense, not afraid to exhibit his feminine sides.

Monday Night: A friend called to have me meet her at Skyland for drinks. Before I knew it, I'd consumed six Red Bulls and Vodkas, a personal record. I was cut off not because of the drinking (although they'd have been well within their rights) but because they were afraid my heart would explode. I woke up hungover at 7:30 Tuesday morning on my friend's couch(pretty standard, really). I started consuming water and I ate a bit of omellete in preparation for the day's activities.

I'd volunteered to participate in a "Wet Lab" put on by local police and liquor control officials. What I did was drink from 9:30am to 2pm in an effort to get drunk so that bartenders in the area would get a chance to observe and identify drunks in a controlled environment. I was already hurting from the night before and actually passed on breathing into a breathalyzer before drinking, should the previous night's binge result in a positive responde from the breathalyzer. I consumed nearly a fifth of Jack Daniels, almost unheard of for these events. I blacked out around mid-day. I do know that I wouldn't quit engaging the Troutdale Chief of Police in conversation. I also was drunk enough to ask out the City Attorney for Troutdale... she was drunk enough to agree to it. I believe all commitments are null and void when your blood alcohol level is above .20. I'll have to check the rule book.

After that, the next thing I remember is waking up... again... on my friend's couch. I was wingmanning for him on his date that evening. A date which involved... drinking. I ran into the one girl I've actually really liked since the end of my last serious relationship. I quit dating her because I "couldn't get into dating" but I would have liked to have seen her sometime other than the tail end of what would be a 32 hour drinking binge.

I did take some of that Hangover Stopper supplements you can get everywhere. They seemed to work. I think they're just charcoal tablets, which you can buy anywhere and have been available forever. No hangover, though. I believe I am suffering from some chemical inbalance which has resulted in a severe depression. This sucks. I want to crawl in bed and cry but I've got goddamned work to do. I'm sure the whiskey liver-bath is to blame.


CHEERS. (WHAT'S UP MICHELLE M?)

I'm thankful for the flowers that were sent to me while I was working at the Pub last night. Nothing more intimidating than a tearful bouncer holding flowers.

Anyone in to skateboarding in the eighties knows who Mark "Gator" Rogowski is. I just watched a documentary on his life - a life that saw the heights of financial and popular glory and the lows that led to a 31 year prison sentence. Interesting stuff. Here's some links:

Village Voice article 12-8-92

Stoked: Movie website